Sunday, June 4, 2017

Apple Seeds ... Part 4 of Walter Sebastian Corbett Saga

I want to share a continuation of my story about the man with the little ... strange smile. It is written by my friend, Camille Lunsford. I love it! She is inspiring me to write and it's fun! Below is what has happen to date in Camille Lunsford's own words! Welcome Camille Lunsford ... let's write this story and have fun!

The man with the little smile has been plotting again. Week after week, he buys apples at the grocery store.

Last fall, he went to the orchard and picked bushels of apples. Gina, one of the owners at Mountain View Orchards, knows him well. ' That smile,' says Gina. The orchard owners know he loves their apples, and he is one of their best customers.

'Your apples make the best cider' he told Gina. ' I make cider, and give it as Christmas gifts'...seems sweet enough, since he is after all, a middle-aged man on a fixed income. His exposure to agent orange in the Vietnam War left him on disability. The strange but sweet man gave Gina one last little smile....and loaded his apples into his trunk. 'See you next time' he said as he drove away, while Gina waved. When he got home, he had work to do. Carefully, he sliced several bushels of apples, smiling all the while. He extracted the seeds, saved them in a jar. He had numerous jars of seeds saved, all from prior apple purchases. 'Now, he said, as he threw the apples out behind his shed.....this will keep those damn deer happy for a while'.

The quirky man had an unfortunate childhood. His father was killed in WW11, and his mother had 6 children to raise on her own. She was crazy, and would lock the children in the cellar, while she went whoring around, sometimes for money....sometimes for drugs. A couple days later, she'd return, hung over....and would beat them for not cooking or cleaning FOR HER.He readily joined the army, to go fight in Vietnam. Even this seemed like a better life than the hell he lived in back home.

Smiling his devilish smile....he opened his closet. He took out a uniform of his fathers, a Shriner's uniform. This uniform would be perfect, he thought. I will use it next weekend.....the smiles would not subside.

The next day, he went to the store. He bought brownie mixes and plastic wrap. He couldn't stop smiling, thinking about the Shriner's bake sale he was planning outside Walmart.

When he returned home, he whistled while he worked. " Let me get this shit done' he said to himself, laughing. He mixed up brownie batter. Then carefully, he ground his apple seeds he had been saving for over a year. He placed them in large plastic bags, and beat them with a hammer until they were a fine, dustlike powder. 'Perfect' he said. 'Fucking perfect' he smiled.

The smiling man knew apple seeds contain cyanide, that one apple had 8-10 seeds. 150 seeds contained enough cyanide to kill a person. Very much of it....is deadly.

He measured several tablespoons of cyanide powder, poured it into the brownie batter.....'this will fix those prissy little bitches who strut into Wal-Mart every weekend, teasing me like little fucking whores!"He carefully sliced and wrapped each brownie. 'I have to cover my tracks', he thought. So he made a batch of plain brownies without the poison, so as people fell ill..or died, they wouldn't be able to tie the brownies to anything. He mixed cyanide brownies with regular brownies, leaving no pattern. Once all the brownies were wrapped, ready for the Shriner's bake sale, he got out his late father's uniform. Smiling.....and ready to sell some 'goodies'.

The car load of girls came just as he had hoped. 'Good morning girls' he smiled as they smiled back. ' I am selling brownies for the Shriners Association' as he pointed to his badge and uniform. 'My wife made these'.....the girls giggled as they scuffled in their purses to find change. They each bought a brownie....who got cyanide and who didn't was like playing Russian Roulette. 'Thank you ladies' he said as he smiled his sick, evil smile.

'No, thank you, sir...' said the blonde, as she unwrapped, and began to eat...her brownie.'be careful, girls, he said. 'There's a lot of crazy people in the world'.....then he smiled.'We are always careful,' said one of the girls.

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Come follow Camie's journey as her little body heals ... I rescued her from death's door... where she lay on the cold, wet ground... dying.

This little Puppy has been on the most painful path in her life. Her skin has been one 'open sore' on her whole body.

With everyone's help with prayers, donations... Camie is slowly getting well. She has suffered so much. She doesn't have to, now... not when she has 'all of us'...

Thank-you from my very Heart for you continuous donations... for your healing prayers, thoughts.

You can call, donate at her veterinarian in Louisburg, NC if you'd like. They will put the money directly on her account, deduct it as Camie goes each week for her injection, any medical treatment needed.

By the way... the staff, veterinarian... Dr. David Fontenot... are animal lovers... good people. We love them.

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Grief Is Like This...

To those of you who have never lost a child, remember this... grief doesn't just 'stop'. It may ease off for a while, only to come back full-force. It may come back softly... no one can predict grief, nor can they predict the severity of it.

When I write about grief, I welcome you to come to 'see'... without actually having to experience it in your life. Come quietly, read... and go on with your life. Love your children with your heart... I pray that you never lose one to know ... personally what I write about.

See... reading about 'my grief'... can make you treasure your children who are here, whom you love with your very heart.

Leave my blog, and love your children... more... while you have your chance. My chance is... gone. My son has died... he is here no more... my chance to love him more is 'forever' gone... yours, isn't.

Thankfully, I told my son I loved him always... that has been my only comfort through this time.

My blog is about grief for the loss of my child... it will always be just that... no matter how happy I am, or what I write about.

I will come here to write about grief as it happens. You don't even have to leave a comment... just slip in, read quietly, leave and go about your life; go out of your way to let your children know how you treasure them.

Don't worry about me... I've known pain all my life... I will do like always... I will face it 'head-on'... I might cry a lot, but... I will continue getting back up. Do you know why? Because, no matter what, I still believe somehow... everything will be alright.

Just remember, when you visit my blog... no matter what I write, or feel... this blog is about pure grief, about the loss of my son, Tommy.

Grief is sure to come most unexpectedly ... like the waves the sea tosses upon the sand... sometimes, crashing violently... sometimes, in a gentle way.

All it takes is a memory, a scent, seeing someone who looks like... I am like the sand, always changing with the tides, but... always there... as the waves of grief wash over me.

Sometimes, I can let go, be happy, all will be normal again... until a storm comes up in the ocean, sending big waves my way. The sun will be hidden by the gray sky, taking my happiness away... I begin ... all over again, and ... again.

I keep smiling through my tears. Everything will be alright... again... until the next time. Grief is like this...

Granny Gee's Life...The Colors of My Life

The happy colors in my life are my husband, Skip and our Pups. On May 29, 2010... my only child, my son Tommy died. I became lost in life on a long, dark path on my journey looking for sunshine again. I almost never came back.. Skip wouldn't let me go. He is my hero, my best friend, my world. I love you my husband.

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I am lucky to have photos of Tommy, us. We lost all in a house fire December 2004. I had a huge suitcase of photos upstairs that were damaged by water, and fire. So, if you see imperfections in my photos... it's because of that.

Tommy walked into Heaven on May 29, 2010 from the sand at Myrtle Beach. He was doing something he'd been looking so forward to doing.... playing his first time at the beach with his little 3 year old son, Taban.

I'll never forget him standing on the deck the evening before, smiling his big, happy 'Tommy' smile, saying he was looking forward to playing with his son for the first time, at the beach.

Tommy had changed his mind, no one knew 'why'.... to not going with the family to Myrtle Beach... to going. It was his last trip... his first, last time to play with Taban, his little son.

They were running, squealing with joy, laughing ...Tommy was sending me photos on his cellphone to my computer back home. His fingers slipped off the video ... he collapsed there on the sand.

The phone rung, the caller ID showed Tommy was calling! I answered it, my mind became confused as I realized it wasn't Tommy, but.. a strange man's voice saying.... 'I have a man lying here on the beach, he's not breathing'!

My life forever changed ... he was my only child whom I loved with my very heart. Tommy had 2 blockages in his heart... no one knew... he was only 40 years old.

I am keeping my son's memory alive, my memory alive for my grandchildren... Taban and McKenzie. I don't have family left who can do that for me. I sit and write my life's stories, my thoughts here ....everyday. I will write until the day ... I die. Tommy nor I, nor Skip ... our Pups ... will ever be forgotten. I hope my grandchildren will one day read this to know... that we loved them, I loved them.... that they were indeed ... thought of .... often.

You will see a mother who has fought her way back from a very dark place to be here now. You will see a mother's real grief here and how she learns from all that's happened in her life. I will write here how grief happens 'out of the blue'... let you know how it feels as it happens. I pray that you never lose a child to know personally how it feels. It's unlike anything you've ever experienced.

I would like to grow older gracefully, not old...mean, bitter or angry. I love the light of the sunshine warming my heart and soul... not letting any dark places remain there.

I can 'see' now on my life's path... I want to live. The light on my path shows me exactly where to go... it used to be so cold, dark... I was a lost soul for over 2 years.

You, my readers... friends... family mean the world to me. Each day I look forward to talking to you, you talking to me.

Thank you for being here for me.

Love, Granny Gee / aka Gloria Faye Brown Bates :)))

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COLORS OF MY LIFE... ME, GRANNY GEE

I love colors... sunshine colors of yellow and goldColors that I can see, holdHappy colors of pink, blue and greenColors of all kinds, almost every color I've ever seenThey lift me up, they pull me downI look for happy colors all aroundDark colors can be very sadBright colors can make me so gladTo be alive, to be able to walkTo see, to be able to talkI'm so thankful for all I have in my lifeOur special pups, and to be Skip's wifeColors, colors, colors of every kindLife stories they are, stories that are... mine.

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